However, I don't feel the need to abandon all blogs altogether, considering how much inspiration I've found in my friends who write about their issues with fertility. I just need to let go of the ones that are so depressing I want to shoot myself. These women are desperate, and beyond reason, in some cases. 7 or 8 IVFs and/or miscarriages later, and they're still trying to convince themselves that it's going to be fine. It's hard to read, and harder to accept that this may be my fate in a year or two. I could very easily be one of these women, so encompassed by their own grief and hopelessness.
I'd like to think that I'm stronger than that, but I can't deny I've felt moments, slight flashes, nanoseconds of doubt and fear that have made me feel a connection to these would-be mothers. I admit, I'm easily drawn into someone else's nightmare. And it is a nightmare imagining seven IVFs/miscarriages. To pick up the pieces that many times and to try again is unfathomable to me.
So in a year, if I start writing blog posts that sound like a kicked puppy, please call an intervention and get me into therapy, stat.
